I realize that some of you have probably played Baldur's Gate Dark Alliance 1 and 2 and are probably screaming that it isn't canon to the actual history that's been established for the Forgotten Realms, but this is just a work of fanfic from my point of view, nothing more. I just liked the games was all lol.
Disclaimer;I own nothing related to Bioware's ME universe or Wizards of the Coast's DnD world(s).
Chapter 3; The Toril Incursion, Part 3
1435 DR
Baldur's Gate, the Western Heartlands
Warehouse District, Hands of Glory Guild Hall
The Forgotten Realms of Toril
Who'd have thought that she wouldn't be the only one sent on this job? Her Harper contact had left long before the half Drow got a look at him leading the newcomer, so she didn't know that he had went to another as a means of insurance he'd argue if she found out and confronted him later. For now though, Giselle had watched the stranger making her way to the same place she had been asked to assault and was quite curious about this warrior that hefted an even stranger weapon to eye level.
It reminded her of a crossbow being readied to fire, but crossbows didn't have glowing parts and weren't half a person's length as the weapon the human before her carried. Nor did they unfold from a compact form with just a press of a button. No, whoever this woman was, she was definitely not from around here. The half Drow had seen all of this from outside, her sharp senses and night adapted eyes easily discerning every detail besides the human's facial features from the beginning of the alley where she now stood, silently watching Shepard go in ahead of her.
Giselle had no idea there was life beyond her world, nor did the planet at large know that there was an entire universe full of exotic creatures from countless different worlds, but she was about to find out first hand that they weren't alone out among the cosmos. Silently falling in behind the soldier without being heard, Giselle had to scowl at the woman's choice in armor color.
The white paint job stood out like a sore thumb among the wooden and somewhat bright passageways that were lit up by simple torches situated in iron sconces at certain points along the walls. At least she had the advantage of stealth given her all black attire which included a full hood and cloak that concealed her features almost completely unless Giselle pulled the hood back and went for her swords which rested on her hips, situated in twin matching sheaths which held her heavily enchanted scimitar blades.
Alexandria had no idea she was being followed as she slowly moved forward, her weapon at the ready and her finger on the trigger. Silencers weren't used anymore given the advances in targeting, back tracing bullet trajectories through the armor suits targeting and sensing suites, and computer controlled compensators that allowed a gun to be fired in gale force winds with the same accuracy if one were practicing one's marksmanship on a calm day in a practice range.
Basically, save for sniper rifles and one's own cunning, there was little use in dampening down the noise a weapon of the future created when it came time to pull the trigger in a situation that demanded silence, and sniper rifles could be used at such an incredible range anymore that it was unlikely the intended target would hear the shot before it was too late anyway. All that aside, Shepard still practiced everyday and kept her skills sharp, so when the first black robed assassin appeared in a puff of black smoke, a ninja like mask covering the bottom half of his face, he had no chance of getting his knife to leave his hand before he was put down with a smoking hole in the center of his forehead. The noise echoed down the hallway, but it seemed they knew she was there anyway so it mattered little.
Giselle hadn't expected what she saw as a green projectile traveling faster than anything she had ever seen before left the woman's strange 'bow' and slam into the Hands of Glory assassin with enough force and power to split the back of his head open like a grape being smashed underfoot. "What in the gods name are you?" Giselle hadn't realized she had spoken aloud until Shepard turned fast on her heel and the half Drow was forced to move just as quickly to avoid being shot herself, a smoking hole appearing where she'd just been standing a second ago. "It was just a simple question! Was there a need to shoot at me?!" Giselle growled, having hidden herself in the rafters above after running up the wall as nimbly as any cat could have managed.
"You're quick on your feet, I'll give you that. I'm sorry for shooting at you but next time I wouldn't sneak up on someone that has an assault rifle on their person, you tend to live longer that way." Giselle had to take the woman's word for it, jumping down and landing easily on her feet without ever losing her slow pace forward before she stopped right in front of Alexandria. Pulling her hood back, it was Shepard's turn to look surprised since she hadn't seen a Drow before, although on the other hand she hadn't seen any of the races, except her own kind anyway, on this planet before today, so that probably wasn't saying a whole lot. "You must be Giselle, heard you might be coming this way. The description I got from the captain didn't do you justice though. You look ready to take this place on by yourself."
Giselle couldn't help but grin as Shepard relaxed and pointed her weapon at the floor between them, nodding to the woman's question. "Funny, can't say I've ever heard about you however, and I've traveled all over the countryside in my long life thus far. Never heard of a weapon or armor like yours before, whoever you are. Isn't it polite to introduce yourself by chance, preferably before you try to shoot someone?" Shepard laughed, a bit embarrassed for how things had started. She liked this woman already, sensing a familiar presence about her which was much like the Alliance Marine's own.
"Again I apologize for that and you're right, it is common practice to introduce yourself where I come from, so let me fix that by doing so now. My name is Alexandria Jones Shepard, and since I can see you won't be so easily fooled as the captain was earlier, I'll tell you what I didn't tell him. I'm not from this world. I come from quite a ways away from this place and until the ship I was on is repaired, I can't head back. I'm part of a military force called the Alliance Navy." Before she could say more though Giselle had stepped around the soldier, not believing a word of what she was saying, and since she had seen a second assassin pop up, had caught the dagger by its hilt he had thrown at Shepard's back and tossed it back after quickly twirling the blade around before throwing it back in the same breath, the blade finding the man's neck the next second.
Shepard had since turned around and saw only the last few seconds of the attack and rebound, amazed by her speed and grace as well as her dexterity, having never seen or heard of someone doing what the dark elf had just done. "Damn, remind me not to get on your bad side." She said more to herself than anything, but Giselle heard her all the same and offered a small nod after turning back to the human.
"Sorry, where were we? Oh yes, you're supposedly from the great cosmos which is just a bunch of random lights in the sky. Sorry to disappoint you Alexandria, but there's nothing out there besides darkness and stars. I will admit I've never seen anything close to what you wield, but there are plenty of explanations I can think of that don't involve the night sky. The first is that you're some kind of new demon I've never heard of before but you don't make my dark elven blood tingle in the least so that can't be right. And given the puzzled look on your face I'm guessing you've never heard of a dark elf before, or Drow as most would call my kind…well, half of what I am is Drow anyway. That's beside the point though."
Shepard had indeed been confused and so Giselle explained that because she was dark elf, half or otherwise, she was able to sense magical emanations from items or creatures, as well as spells being prepared to be cast but not the nature of them. Still seeing an even more confused look on the human's face gave the brown eyed warrior pause as the possibilities of her telling the truth started to sink in.
That…couldn't be possible though…could it? "You sure you didn't hit your head at some point? Everyone knows that magic is part of our everyday existence. Yet the look on your face…did you really come from beyond this world's surface Shepard? I find it extremely hard to believe personally but for the sake of argument, let's say you're not raving mad."
"Glad you're giving me a chance Giselle. I can prove I'm not crazy or trying to pull a fast one on you, but after we save the Grand Duke's daughter, alright? I'm not about to sit back and let some greedy guild hold an innocent girl hostage, regardless if this is my world or not." Giselle could agree to that statement, and given the fire she saw in Shepard's blue eyes she found she could at least work with the strange human until their mission was completed. She was about to say more until she heard a man's voice coming from the human's helmet. She raised an eyebrow but Alexandria turned and put a hand to the comms device on her helmet so that she could give a reply as soon as the captain finished speaking.
"Status report Shepard, did you make contact with this Giselle Do'Urden and are you preparing to head into this mercenary group's lair?"Giselle was at a loss for words as she looked around, curiosity clear as day on her ebon skinned face at who or what the human was speaking to, but could find no trace of anyone nearby. Figuring it for some kind of magic device which allowed for long range communication, she simply observed her companion for now, intending to get answers later.
"Yes to both questions sir. I'll even introduce you to her after the job is done and the girl is taken back to her family here in the city. You wouldn't believe what I've seen since coming to this place already, but you'll get a full report as soon as I get back." Shepard turned her head to Giselle who simply leaned against the wall for now, seemingly perfectly at ease around her now after the initial shock of hearing her talk to the air by all appearances. She'd really have to make sure her companion didn't think her crazy or even possessed by some foul spirit if what her hunches were telling her was even close to how this world worked in regards to technology way beyond them.
The Salem Witch hunts and how the church had executed anyone suspected of being in league with dark forces came to Shepard's mind, but her new companion seemed much more interested than afraid of her, which was a good thing in the Alliance Marine's opinion. She'd still have to be careful once they left the hideout however, lest she wanted to incite a riot which wouldn't likely end until she was dead or at least imprisoned and most likely awaiting execution.
Still, those happy thoughts were for later consideration, right now they had a job to do. "Alright, Hastings out, and good luck Commander Shepard."
With that out of the way, Shepard was free to move on as Giselle followed close behind, not about to take a chance of getting shot in the back by accident. Shepard could only grin behind her helmet given her friend's cautious nature. She couldn't blame the warrior for wanting to err on the side of caution, but it was clear it wasn't out of fear that she followed behind the Marine instead of taking point. Far from it in fact if what she had seen in Giselle's eyes was anything to go by before they had started down the hallway before them.
They had left the main entrance behind and climbed down a wooden ladder into a basement like area, except most basements didn't lead into an entire underground maze of stone and mortar with dozens of rooms full of enemies, traps, and other hazards waiting to claim the unwary. Before there had been two full levels like this, one on the street level and another underground, near the sewers, but age and renovations to the warehouse district had seen the base also altered and changed.
They were fully in enemy territory now and there was no turning back for either of them. Still, there wasn't time to ponder it further as the barks and snarls of dogs could be heard, guard dogs if the shouted commands from their human masters were anything to go by. Upon seeing a single door down a hallway straight ahead of them and two more branching paths going left and right from their current position, Giselle and Shepard looked at each other before they nodded, having reached a silent agreement on a plan of attack as they split up, and each pressed their backs against the walls on either side of the hall. They didn't have to wait long before their enemy released the hounds into the hall, the door bursting open before the dogs noisily rushed out, barking and growling all the while.
The black robed assassins didn't know what happened as in the next few seconds saw twin flashes of cold hard steel slice through three of their five guard dogs which to Shepard looked like Earth's version of a Rottweiler except the faces of the dogs were more in line with a spade's shape than the round head she was used to associating with the breed. The dogs that came at Shepard didn't get a chance to pounce as several smoking holes suddenly appeared in their flanks, stopping them cold about the same time that Giselle's twin scimitar blades had sliced through the other three with such ease that even with her suit's array of sensors, could barely keep track of her movements with her swords the dark elf was so fast. Blood dripped from the warrior's swords, evidence enough of the damage she had wrought in such a short time if not for the dead dogs at her feet which had been hacked into doggie kibble.
The assassins, six in all, weren't so eager to test their luck against either of the two but they didn't get a chance to try to run as Shepard fired into their ranks after popping out of her hiding spot, slaying four in the hail of MA fire, that followed. It was a good thing she had since they had been reaching for their throwing daggers, almost as fast as Giselle's hands had moved to reach for her own weapons on her slender hips. The other two fled back into the dead end room they had come out of, Giselle about to give chase until she was stopped by Shepard's hand on her right shoulder. "What are you doing? We have them on the run."
"They ran Giselle. As long as they don't try their luck when our backs are turned I'm not about to kill a fleeing opponent unless I know for sure they're dangerous enough that leaving them to gather strength to try something again later is a bad idea. I doubt that is the case here." Giselle didn't seem to agree as she yanked her shoulder out of the human's grip, her brown eyes narrowing to dangerous slits.
"You wouldn't agree if that was your own daughter being held prisoner right now. You wouldn't want to leave a single one of these assassin bastards alive to try something like this again if it was YOU being held hostage, Shepard." Something in Giselle's voice caught Alexandria's attention; making her wonder just what she had gone through to hate enemies like the ones they were up against with such a passion. There was a history there, but she sighed and had to shake her head before she managed to speak again.
"Alright, we'll make sure we get them all, but you owe me an explanation when this is over." Giselle was surprised by Shepard's agreement and her brown orbs said as much as she opened them wide. She offered a simple nod in agreement after recovering quickly from her initial surprise, leading the way into the room that the last two had fled too before they too fell between the two women. When the business was taken care of, it was Shepard's turn to be stopped as Giselle put a hand against her shoulder after stopping in front of her. "What's on your mind?"
"I'll agree to share whatever you want to know Shepard, but only if you agree to return the favor. Call me curious if nothing else." There was more to it than that but Giselle was keeping her face neutral, making her unreadable to the Marine's probing stare. It was only fair really, especially since they were stuck together, at least for the moment anyway. The future was uncertain so whatever came next would just have to be dealt with when it arrived. For all she knew they'd be stuck together for a while yet while the Hastings was repaired.
That aside though, Shepard simply nodded her head before Giselle let her move on, falling in behind her once more. What she really wanted was to hear or even see for herself where Alexandria had come from. She was always the curious one, the explorer, the restless wanderer as her father had teasingly called her once or twice.
And so it went, Giselle's sword skills were becoming more and more evident as they fought through wave after wave of assassins and their underlings, navigating their way through traps that had been expertly set by the Hands upon first setting up shop in the maze like Warehouse district. Fire ball shooting statues, pressure plated arrow traps that came out of the walls, a couple of pitfall traps that went into spike lined floors underneath the false floors which Shepard nearly fell into the last one.
If not for Giselle's quick reflexes, falling to the floor and catching her left arm, the Marine wouldn't have survived the short drop and the sudden stop she'd have experienced while being impaled painfully throughout her body before dying from the experience. "Jeez you're a lard ass Shepard!" Giselle groaned, giving it all she had to get Alexandria back on level ground while the human did her best to assist until they were both flat on their backs, panting from the exercise but grinning from how close that had been. Surviving a near death experience tended to make anyone a bit loopy for a few seconds if not longer, and they were no exceptions until a crossbow wielding human took a shot at them.
Both rolled to their feet and before Shepard could get a bead on the man in question, he was already back inside the room he had come out of, the last chamber in this place hopefully. They wouldn't be disappointed since it indeed was the last room they'd have to contend with, unfortunately there'd be a bit of a surprise waiting for them inside, at least for one of them anyway. Just like last time, the Hands had a leader, but unlike last time, this one wasn't a walking, talking rip off of Frankenstein's monster.
The room the two warriors entered was piled high with metal boxes, serving as barriers and makeshift little cubby holes for the last of the Hands to hole up while taking shots at the intruders with crossbows, bows, and throwing daggers. Upon walking into the room, the first thing that Giselle saw took her breath away since the one leading them was the last person she had expected to see. Shepard saw the look on the elf's face and had to wonder why she looked so stunned until she whispered the elderly man's name. "Marik…what…why are you here?!"
It was one of the few times that she was and ever had been afraid, and Marik, a seemingly harmless 50 something appearing human with medium length brown hair with its fair share of gray streaked through it, unusually colored yellow eyes, and a slender frame that seemed to possess a strength that went beyond the physical realm. Dressed in ornately embroidered black robes, while not an assassin himself, he had earned the Hands of Glory's respect and right to lead by passing every test and rite they had thrown his way before he had killed their former leader in single combat. He still had the scars to prove it despite the fact Marik was an accomplished dark mage of no small power and he possessed skill with a blade as well, a fact that Alexandria was about to find out.
When he spoke, it was clear they had not parted on happy terms as Shepard heard nothing but contempt and hatred in the man's otherwise soft voice. "I seem to remember that I said that if I ever saw you again I would kill you slowly, flaying your skin off of your bones one centimeter at a time Giselle. That was twenty years ago, so that would make you what, forty, fifty tops? I've had twenty years to think about how you nearly killed me when you found out I was working for the Zhenterim. I merely defended myself against your animal like assault on my person." Marik grinned wickedly, and Alexandria could tell that he was crazy, that fact obvious given the way he looked at her new ally who had taken several steps back until she was up against the wall, her earlier attitude and spirit gone.
She had clearly suffered at his hands, or she was a simpleton if the look on Giselle's face was anything to go by. This warrior woman that had taken to the strange alien visitor almost immediately with far more curiosity than fear, the same woman that had stood by Shepard's side during this entire affair with the Hands of Glory just to save the young girl that was in a small cage in the back of the room they were in now. Now she appeared white as a sheet, her brown eyes wide as saucers as she relived that last moment she had been with Marik when he had tried to choke the life out of her with his bare hands. Shepard had heard enough and aimed her gun towards the madman.
"I don't know who you are or what your history is with her, but I can tell you one thing." Marik hissed and turned his gaze towards Shepard, his yellow eyes burning with an intense hatred that almost had even the indomitable young marine shaking in her boots. "Whatever your problem is with her is also my problem now. Unless you want to end up with more holes than you can hope to plug up, I'd suggest you stand down now Marik. I pull this trigger and you'll be dead before you hit the floor." Marik just laughed, beckoning the human woman to give it her best shot.
Shepard didn't disappoint as she let loose until her gun overheated, the hail of green MA powered slugs slamming into the mage, yet he didn't flinch or move an inch as some kind of energy shield stopped every shot from touching him. Her suit sensors hadn't detected any shield technology or energy signatures of any kind, yet how was this madman still standing?! It was Shepard's turn to be alarmed, but not to the point she was crippled with fear as she turned to Giselle who still looked like she was caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. "Snap out of it Giselle! Whatever he did to you, now's your chance to even the score, but I need you with me to take this guy down!"
"Is that really the best you have? How pathetic! At least that bitch gave a better fight than you! It's my turn now. Prepare to die!" An orb of lightning appeared in Marik's right hand as he muttered an incantation, his lips giving voice to a foreign language that Shepard's translators couldn't make sense of until he threw his right hand forward, letting loose a blast of lightning right at the human who couldn't get out of the way fast enough. Her shields held but only just as the translucent blue kinetic barriers fizzled and shorted out. It was like being hit by a tech's Overload, her armor having a hard time harmlessly absorbing the lightning that had been thrown at her, but at least she was still standing.
Unlike an Overload though, Shepard knew the difference between what a tech threw and what Marik had thrown at her, and she knew that if her shields hadn't held up, she would have been hurting a great deal from the lightning he had cast her way. Marik raised an eyebrow as his spell had been blocked by a blue field of energy of some sort, but he turned his attention to Giselle next who had finally snapped out of her shock, for which Alexandria was quite grateful for as her shields restored themselves a few seconds later, just in time as a crossbow bolt slammed into her chest, or at least it would have if not for the kinetic barriers that kicked in which stopped it before it could hurt the soldier herself.
Turning to the right as Giselle charged forward, Shepard laid waste to the foolish assassin that had tried to take her out while she was distracted. Unfortunately a second had gotten in close and had managed to slip a dagger through her shields, even managing to cut through her armor enough to cut a thin line across her spine before the advanced metal stopped the blade cold even as it was torn by the man's ferocious attack against her.
Shepard growled and turned, her rifle's butt slamming into the man's face two times in rapid succession before she elbow rushed him. Pointing her gun down, aimed at the downed Hand assassin's chest, Shepard spilled his guts all over the floor with a few polonium tipped slugs before rolling forward just as a hail of thrown daggers slammed into the wooden floor where she'd just been standing. The Alliance Marine fired back as she took a crouching position, the metal bound boxes on the left side of the room having little chance to stop her rifle's deadly payload, slamming into the hiding assassins a second later, screams or gurgles soon following before they too fell silent.
It was only when the last of the Hands had been dealt with did Alexandria see and heard the sound of metal striking metal in a machine gun like barrage as Marik and Giselle went at each other's throats. A free floating magical blade danced and weaved around the dark elf/moon elf warrior who did her best to keep herself from getting sliced apart by Marik's blade which was an extension of his will.
What the sword was capable of was only limited by his imagination as far as what attacks it was capable of, and while nowhere near as skilled with a sword as Giselle, he didn't need to be with his enchanted sword since all he had to do was think what he wanted it to do, and his ensorcelled blade did it a moment later. Giselle had all she could handle as she fought desperately to keep her head attached to her shoulders, the pale blue glowing blade before her twisting, slashing, and thrusting at her every way possible, plus a few that shouldn't have been if it had been held by someone's sword hand rather than held up by magic.
Shepard couldn't get a shot off at Marik since the half Drow and the sword were in the way, and anytime she tried to move to get a better angle, Marik would see her try and force Giselle to back up in that same direction. His control was astounding, as was his skill with the enchanted blade which managed to land a hit across Giselle's right leg, right above the knee. She yelped and faltered, giving the madman another shot across her left arm, across her shoulder. Both cuts were shallow but painful, and because of all the fighting they had had to endure just to get here, the sword bearing elf was on her last legs. "This looks familiar to me. Where have I seen this before? Oh yes, when you tried to kill me." Marik laughed, silently commanding his sword to hold steady before the tired Drow warrior while he kept an eye on the human, just in case she decided to get cute and try to shoot him again.
"You ass…Marik." Giselle laughed without any trace of humor, shaking her head as she supported herself as best she could, her right hand scimitar blade sticking in the ground before her which she leaned on heavily until she could get her breath back. "I only tried to kill you…when you tried to choke the life out of me when I found out what kind of person you were. I was twenty years old at the time; I've had thirty years you fuck, to think about what you tried to do to me. I gave myself to you, not realizing what kind of monster you truly were at the time, and you ripped my heart to pieces Marik. I should have finished you off then, a mistake…I won't make again!"
Giselle snapped, having lost a hold of her left hand scimitar blade since that was the arm that had gotten cut earlier. Still, she raised that same hand and fired off one of her own magical spells at the mage, a frigid cold cone of frost erupting from her palm that surprised the mage as not only his sword was frozen in midair before it shattered upon the ground, but the man himself was unable to properly defend himself, having exhausted his own resources by then.
He died, having not expected to feel winter's cold grip envelope his entire body from the last person he had ever expected to hold a shred of magical power. Marik never knew where she had learned such magic, nor would he ever find out as Giselle stomped her way over to her frozen ex-boyfriend before she put her left foot through the man's frozen chest, shattering him into a thousand bloody pieces before she fell to the wooden floor, exhausted and unconscious as the ground slowly rushed up to meet her….
Shepard was glad the fight was over as she holstered her gun and immediately ran over to the fallen elf's side, kneeling by her to check for a pulse in her neck. Finding one after a few seconds of looking around for the right spot, Alexandria breathed a sigh of relief and went to the cage, shooting the lock off with her sidearm which was attached to her right hip. The girl was understandably afraid after what she had witnessed and wouldn't go near the soldier. "It's ok, there's nothing to be afraid of anymore."
Removing her helmet, the little girl saw that the strange metal creature before her was just another human, like her, and a reassured smile broke out across her face. "There, that's better. Come on, we need to get you out of here and back home." Shepard said, a small smile of her own appearing on her face as she looked to Giselle once more before looking back at the little girl, concerned for her written clear as day in her gaze. "I need you to stay here while I try to wake my friend, can you do that?"
The girl nodded silently, giving the half Drow a frightened look since she had been warned about her kind, same as anyone else that knew about the dark skinned creatures. Shepard could see the way she looked at her new ally and had to ask why she was afraid of the dark elf. The little girl looked up at Shepard as if she had grown a second head before she finally spoke, forcing Alexandria to strain her ears to hear what the girl had to say.
"Because…they live underground and…do terrible…awful things to people that they don't…murder in the dead of night first. They hate the sun and anyone that lives under it." The girl explained as best she could, her pauses clear signs of her struggling to find the right words to express just how evil they were, how terrible they were. Shepard had to wonder if it was justified, this fear of her companion since she had yet to see any sign of the monster that this little girl clearly saw.
Kneeling down beside her, Shepard did her best to reassure her of her friend's nature. "She helped me to save you. She stood by my side through this entire place and not once did she try to hurt me. She even saved my life on the way here. Trust me, Giselle wouldn't hurt a brave little girl like you." Said little girl still had her doubts but if what this woman said was true, then maybe she didn't need to worry? Alexandria had to suppress a smile as the child still stuck to her backside, not wanting to be too far from her, just in case. Oh well, she had tried, but Alexandria was curious however, now more than ever, about her companion and her origins.
It would have to wait though as she managed to convince the girl to stand by the cage for now before going for her comm link in her helmet, making sure she was out of earshot as she made arrangements for a shuttle to pick them up. She didn't want to waste anymore time in trying to carry Giselle up a ladder and to the edge of town, hoping she was only passed out from exhaustion and nothing more serious. Once that was taken care of, knowing that what she had just done would have serious repercussions for the planet's people since they had yet to be exposed to anything like a flying shuttle craft before, but this was an emergency.
She'd explain it to the Parliament back home if she had to as she gathered up Giselle's weapons, put them back in their respective sheaths, and slung the woman herself over her left shoulder before leading the way towards the ladder that was in the back of the room, tucked away in its own little cubby.
The little girl went first and opened the hatch that led up into an alleyway not far from where they had gone down to begin with if Shepard's sense of direction wasn't off and made her way to the main street of the city just as the small shuttle landed before them.
The little girl that was on her side was openly staring with her mouth all but hitting the cobblestone street, her green eyes as big as saucers, her short curly blonde hair fluttering about from the wind the Kodiak kicked up before settling down shortly before several other men that were dressed similarly as the human woman was, saluted their commander before helping her load up her companion. "Get her to the medical bay as soon as you get back to the ship. I have to drop this girl off at her home before I can come back." The men worked quickly to secure their new charge before the shuttle lifted off a moment later, leaving the two behind as the street suddenly came alive at the noise that had woken up everyone within a block's radius. Shepard was going to have a long day after this.
Mordenkainen's Sword; Mordenkainen's Sword brings a shimmering, swordlike plane of force into being, striking at any opponent within its range.
Cone of Cold; Cone of cold is an arcane spell that deals frost damage to all enemies in front of the caster. It is a point-blank area of effect spell. The area of effect is a 90 degree arc region extending 60' (18 m) in front of the caster. The spell will also slow down enemies for a short time.
Zhentarim; The Zhentarim are a mercenary company who, over their 200 years of existence, have experienced several leaps and bounds in terms of successes, but also several major defeats. They are a shadow of their former glory, but still an organization of great power and influence.
Overload; Overload is a tech power available to Engineers, Sentinels, Garrus, Miranda, Kasumi, EDI, Kaidan Alenko, Wilson, and Dr. Amanda Kenson. It shuts down an enemy's shields, rendering them vulnerable to attack. Overload is typically used to take down shields or synthetics, doing twice as much damage to shields as it does to synthetics, but will also cause any unshielded enemies using flamethrowers to explode. Starting at rank 3, Overload will cause the weapons of most unprotected enemies to overheat, making them unable to fire for a brief period. It can also be used on explosive containers to make them detonate more violently for added damage.